Chance meeting

Not long after my 20th birthday, my boyfriend and I borrowed a relative’s camper van and took off for a road trip around the west coast of Scotland.

I can’t even remember where this place was now (this was back in the 1980s) but we stopped in a smallish town for lunch, where the only option turned out to be the local pub. This was nice enough but it was high summer and they were quite busy. The waitress asked Dan and I whether we’d mind sitting at a table with someone else. We replied that we didn’t, and she showed us to a place where, on the opposite side, sat a young boy of around four or five, wedged between his parents.

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